Metric "White Gold" |
Piss-poor, ridin' high Sunbathing fireside We're here for the porn and the sirloin Get your T-bone, let your backbone slide Tunnel and sky collide Lose friends to the airwaves and the airlines I wanna make it right Some future in my eyes, bright Hush, don't explain When you water down my name I'll be up too late Call me when you get Better at your game You haven't beat me yet The waitress, the actress Got the skin and the bones With a hairbrush and an airbrush She'd be white gold She asked the piss-poor "Why you lookin' for that party in the sky?" It's just a movie about a movie too old to die But I'm gonna make it right Future in my eyes, bright Hush, don't explain When you water down my name I'll be up too late Call me when you get Better at your game You haven't beat me yet Though my vision is straining I'm gonna make it right Some future in my eyes, bright Hush, don't explain When you water down my name I'll be up too late, Call me when you get Better at your game You haven't beat me yet Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |